So much for introductions, Rai dropped his shoulders as Jorah dragged Clarissa out of the classroom. It wasn’t unlike his old friend to slither out of formalities, but the fact he’d leave him so quickly after two years of silence did sting more than Raimund liked to admit to himself. 

Their other two classmates had gotten the wrong message, it seemed. The short moment in which he pondered the actions of their house leader, a short pink-haired girl who had seemed oblivious to his presence since he'd sat down, wandered out of the classroom. As did a much more nervous looking girl who’d made more eye-contact with the assignments than anyone else in the room. Raimund supposed it was up to him to at least apologise for Jorah and Clarissa to walk out on them before they could even introduce themselves. The two could be ever so impulsive.

Raimund glanced over the assignments for a minute before he lifted himself out of his chair and walked out of the classroom. He was soon met with the sight of the nervous girl tripping over the pink-haired girl. It took Rai a fair bit of willpower to stifle a laugh. He hurried over to the scene to extend his hand and hopefully excuse his friends’ earlier breach of etiquette.

“With all these new sights and sounds it is a miracle more of us don’t forget where they’re going.” He hoped that the smile he hadn’t been able to rub off of his face would be interpreted as polite. “I’ve almost stumbled a dozen times myself before I’d even made it to the classroom.” Raimund flat-out lied, as it’d been drilled into him since his twelveth to pay attention to his every step and posture. Though he could hear Duke Gloucester’s disapproval in the back of his head, Rai sat himself down in the grass. These two couldn’t possibly judge him for any green stains his pants might contract. Raimund was far more concerned these girls might have gotten the impression Jorah, Clarissa and he thought themselves above hearing the names of their classmates. 

“I hope the sudden… Withdrawal of my friends earlier hasn’t offended you. I assure you, both Jorah and Clarissa would most covet exchanging introductions at the next opportunity.” -something Raimund would firmly advocate the next time he saw those two.

“On the subject, would you please share with me your names?” He asked politely. After all, it wouldn't do to refer to his classmates as pink-haired girl and nervous girl, even if only in his head.